It turned out that this girl Yang Xiaoming was really Yanhuang, a single-parent family, her parents were divorced, the little girl followed her father Yang Dashan, and her father took the little girl to the land bridge to do business, and the next thing was that her father was killed by the rebels who broke into the house and robbed the property, and the little girl hid under the bed and escaped the catastrophe.

Her father died, her home was gone, and the little girl cried without tears and then wandered away, what can a little girl more than four years old have to survive, if it weren't for the boy who was also an orphan, I am afraid that she would have starved to death.

As for Yang Xiaoming's ability to memorize Laojun's honorific title, it is all because her father is a family scholar, and when she hears and sees it, she naturally knows it, but she knows that she went abroad, but her father lost his life.

From Yang Xiaoming's childish words, Yang Chenyu could hear that Thorn Langji took care of the little girl meticulously, even if she picked up a little food, she would let the little girl eat it first.

In this war-torn place, a little food is sometimes the hope of survival.

Even if the two children were lucky, they wandered around, neither killed by guns nor starved to death, but they encountered several robbers, if it wasn't for the alertness of the assassins, I am afraid that the two children would have been caught in the thieves' den.

As for the end, it's hard to say clearly, maybe it's okay to be a slave who does chores, but some robbers are very hungry, and it's not a strange thing to steam people and eat, and even robbers don't necessarily have surplus food in this chaotic place.

As for the pistol, it was snatched after stunting a lone robber, although Thorn Langji said it lightly, but Yang Chenyu knew that for a seven or eight-year-old child, he didn't know how dangerous it was.

Hearing this, Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh lightly, but he was impressed by the thorn Langji, looking at Yang Xiaoming's expression full of pity, and his nasal cavity was also a little sour, such a young child is at the age of coquettishness at the feet of Chenghuan's parents in China. It's not bad to be so strong after suffering so much in this foreign country.

Then Yang Chenyu reached out and rubbed the boy's head, and approvingly: "Yes, it's a little man!"

Thorn Langji was dissatisfied and pushed Yang Chenyu's hand away. He said nonchalantly, "What's this?" My dad said that a man is to take care of a sister who is younger than himself! Uncle, don't call me a little man, I am a man!"

Yang Chenyu was stunned. Don't you look old? Then he took out a mirror, looked at himself, and then smiled dumbly, and after leaving the country, he had not put his face in order. In the past half a year, the beard has grown a lot, and at first glance, it is not an exaggeration to call him an uncle.

Well, it seems that it should be sorted out, Yang Chenyu is not an ancient Taoist priest, he is beautiful with a long beard, and he is full of beards, and he is quite unhappy when he sees it. So he set up his palm as a knife, and a layer of mana fluctuated at the edge of his palm, and he smacked his face a few times, and his long beard fell off one after another.

Just when Yang Chenyu was busy cleaning his beard, the two children were more energetic than the camel Xiaohuang.

Camels are not a common means of transport on land bridges. The traffic here is more than cars, horses.

Therefore, the two children were very curious about Xiao Huang, and at first the two children wanted to touch Xiao Huang's hair.

But after Xiao Huang turned on his wisdom, he was very proud of himself, and he was the master's mount. It's not an ordinary camel, how could it be possible for two little hairy children to touch it indiscriminately. So he snorted fiercely before the two little hands touched it, and the two white foams sprayed Langji and Yang Xiaoming's faces.

Frightened, the two children fell backwards again and again, Xiao Huang was refreshed, grinned, and screamed, looking at that look, he knew that he was very happy.

Seeing the camel's smug appearance, Thorn Langi felt that his pride had been hurt, why was he scared away by a beast?

After repeating it a few times, Thorn Langji was covered in grass clippings and mud, looking embarrassed, but he didn't even get a camel hair on it, Yang Chenyu, who had cleaned up his face, was amused, and then took two steps forward, one in each hand, and jumped on the camel with two children, and after putting the two children away, Yang Chenyu drove the camel to continue to move forward.

This time, Xiao Huang is considered to have suffered, since they are all on a hunchback, how could Thorn Langji let go of this good opportunity, grabbed a handful of camel hair and studied it, the pain made Xiao Huang almost go crazy, if it wasn't for Yang Chenyu to stop Thorn Langji's revenge, I'm afraid even Yang Chenyu would have to give Xiao Huang a mid-air.

Although the camel is docile and does not panic, even in front of a sandstorm, it will bite if it is provoked.

In order to avoid the children being hurt and frightened, Yang Chenyu chose the route to avoid several areas where there was a firefight, which made the two children feel strange, the gunfire that can usually be heard on weekdays is not seen today, which is really strange.

When the sky ended, Yang Chenyu found a secluded place, got off the camel, hugged the two children, and then attracted the fire, set up an iron pot, poured water, put in chopped bacon sausages, added some green beans and rice, and then covered the pot.

Looking at Yang Chenyu's smooth movements, the two children opened their mouths wide, this uncle pointed his hand, and flames came out of the ground, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he conjured an iron pot, for children, curious things will always be asked.

But this time, Thorn Langji didn't have a chance to ask, because Yang Xiaoming, who was slightly familiar with Yang Chenyu, took the lead in throwing out the question, and she asked in a childish voice: "Uncle, are you an immortal?"

Yang Chenyu was stunned for a moment, then rubbed Yang Xiaoming's head and said with a smile: "Uncle is not an immortal. ”

However, Yang Xiaoming was not satisfied with Yang Chenyu's answer, she pouted, and continued to ask with cute dimples on her face: "Uncle is a liar, not a fairy, how can he conjure things empty-handed?"

Yang Chenyu looked at Yang Xiaoming's cute appearance and couldn't help laughing. At this time, Thorny Longji finally had a chance to interject, with a look on his face that knew everything, and pretended to be an old man: "Xiao Ming, uncle must be a magician! It must be, I have watched the magician's performance with my father, and as soon as they stretch out their hands, they will conjure things, just like uncle." ”

Speaking of this, Thorn Langji's face darkened, and some mist soaked out of his eyes, perhaps because he remembered his lost parents, and even Yang Xiaoming was infected and looked like he wanted to cry.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh to himself, no matter how strong a child is, he is always a child.